People come, people go.

As a practicing Muslim, I believe that everything happens for a reason, I believe that every hardship is a test from Allah. And my Lord has promised me, that surely with every hardship there is ease (Quran 94:6). 

My parents brought me up as a kind hearted girl. My mother always said breaking a heart is like breaking the Kabaa, so I have always been careful with my actions and words. I have tried my best to make sure that even if I ever did upset somebody, I would apologise. This method of upbringing has had its downside which I truly discovered after the age of 17. Nevertheless, I will always be thankful for how my parents have brought me up. 

People come. They come as lovers, friends, companions, brothers, sisters. You give them your world, open your heart, your soul. You confide in them, you trust them. You share the kindest words you know, you discover how kindred spirits you are. During these sweet moments never once does it cross your mind that you could potentially lose them, because you know that you would always fight for them - if it came to it. 

Then..

People go. The heart they once walked into becomes shattered into pieces. Pieces which you don't know how to put back together. They take your soul, your heart, your love and your words.. oh your kind words which you have put so much thought into. You try to put up a fight - but how much can you fight for someone who wants to leave? 

So you let them go. 

And eventually, you are left on your own. 

At first I thought being left alone meant living through loneliness for a long time. Then I realised, this wasn't loneliness. This was solitude. I found peace within myself. The relationship I once put so much effort into, the relationship which I once fought hard for, the one I cared and nurtured for, the one I stayed awake until 3AM in the morning for - just to make sure they were okay and not lost -, the one which I put all of my trust into..Eventually pushed me into solitude. 

And I found Allah. 

Elhamdulillah. 

For the heartbreak. 

For the tears. 

For the betrayal.

For the solitude. 

Oh my dear friend, if you are reading this, know that I have long forgiven you. Your depature was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. 

I thought I had lost something valuable.

Then I realised, was it really a loss if I found Allah? 

It was a gain.

The most important gain of my life.

Elhamdulillah for those who have come, and for those who have left. 

People come, people go. It only makes you stronger.